THYME IT IS A PRECIOUS THING



Thyme it is a precious thing

Thyme brings all things to your mind

Thyme with all its labors, along with all its joys

And its thyme brings all things to an end



Once I had a sprig of thyme

I thought it never would decay

Until a saucy sailor chanced upon my way

He stole away my bonny bunch of thyme



This sailor, he gave to me a rose

I thought it never would decay

He gave it to me to keep me well-minded

Of the night he stole my bonny bunch of thyme



So come all you maidens brisk and gay

All you that flourish in your prime

Beware and take care and keep your garden fair

And let no man steal your bonny bunch of thyme



sung by John and Tony on Spencer the Rover

@plant @spice @love

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